The Hawk Portico 5:11pm
How many Swells move in
in a day — across the floor
of The Hawk Beach?
To Me They are Endless
like the rhythm within
& I retire to bed
in Their Rush
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:38pm
If I Could Paint A Sky
With Words —
Can I Reach The Ear
With Sounds —
Sounds Of Such Value To Me
I Want To Encapsulate
Them —
The Story Of Our Ocean
With No Beginning
And No End —
The Sweetness Of My Peepers
So Brief?
The Hawk Queen Bed 11:00am
Last Night I Went To Sleep
Under The Flash Of Our Light House
pulsating every five seconds
–
To Wake This Morning
To Our Sun Over
The Crest Of Ocean
infinitely scattered
The Hawk Outpost 10:59am
Oh Watery Sky
how You fill Me
with Delight
and You, Silver
stretched out
along The Sea
please be kind
to Me for My Love
We share
and I will always be
obliged to You
The Hawk Dining Room NOON
The Liquid Silver Off The Breakers
Before They Break
Holds My Eye
In Mid-sentence
Holds My Heart
In Sublime Suspense
The Hawk Outpost 5:05pm
Cream-coloured Breakers
Hail Slate-blue Atlantic
Overseen By Sun
The Hawk Outpost 9:00am
My Sky Is Silver
Cutting Along The Edge
Of Cold Grey Ocean
Our Waves Are Bigger
This Morning
Due To The Wind Last Night
I Am In My Silver Robe
Watching A Break
Of Light
Over
This Worldly Turbulence
The Hawk Kitchen 9:05am
Have I written enough
of The Silver On The Ocean?
No — It is what I awaken
to on each clear day
It gives Me Solace
and Energy
for The Special Time
We’re in —
The Time of The Awakening
of The World
The Hawk Corner Room 11:15am
Sitting in My Flannel Pyjamas
I can watch a Liquid Galaxy
glittering, sparkling, stretched long out
over The Atlantic
with a Mass of Stars as Its Center
and Diamond Iridescence out
over Its thinning Edges
The Hawk En-suit Bathroom 1:22pm
Eye-level to Me
as I stand before
My Bathroom Window
is The Full Curve
of The Hawk Beach
and to The East
The Full Ocean —
looking down upon
My Yard
I see My Carved-out Drive
full of snow
and The Occasional Crow
flying by
Joanna Gilman Hyde 